We had a 5:30 baseball game, so I brought hot dogs, chips, and strawberries to the field. (Last night's game ended after 8pm due to a tie and extra innings-but we won). Fortunately, we won again tonight, and it was nice coming home to no dishes. Until about 9:45, when 18yr. old DS asked me to make French Toast. One loaf of bread, six eggs, lots of milk, a carton of strawberries, some powdered sugar, and a can of whipped cream later, four boys were the happiest they have ever been.